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Post by PiMpDaDdY on Apr 30, 2003 16:19:16 GMT -5
Come on, baby! Don't fight that feeling! You know you want some of the Gigolo's fire! You know you wanna burn with me! Let me put my love into you! Come on and love me, baby!!! **SMOOOOOOCH!!**  |
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Post by Tbot on May 4, 2003 10:58:47 GMT -5
(Taps her foot and looks at the Uncle Guy...)
Well, I'm waiting... who is that Max? Are you him?
(she stretches, and yawns...)
Feels like I've been in this place for days. I need my legs. I can't fight that ratbastar* Gigolo in the Thunderdome without my legs. I might have to take the barkeep up on his invite. God forbid I have to take Gigolo up on his... except - hey... there is an incantation that, if chanted during mating, actually sucks the life out of the male... it's called the "Black Widow Curse". But I'd rather die a fish than to get my legs from HIM.
In the meantime, I need something green and leafy. Got anything on that menu that resembles a salad, Oh Great Master of The Whiskey Bottle?
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Post by Tycho on May 4, 2003 11:09:56 GMT -5
Erm In a word no, last time I saw a lettuce was 16 years ago...
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Post by Tbot on May 10, 2003 15:56:06 GMT -5
(Prinny T looks around the room, wondering how she keeps morphing from the Thunderdome to this place...)
So, who all is in this place? I see that cutie Roadkill, and that Uncle Guy is sitting there at the end of the bar, just looking at me. There's you, of course -- the sexy young Scot-decended Barkeep, namely Tycho. Who else is here?
And you can forget the lettuce. I'll just eat a raw roo steak. I have a real taste for blood today.
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Post by Uncle Entity on May 18, 2003 6:05:02 GMT -5
Uncle Entity, now the top henchman/Prime Guardsman of Madame Scorpion, finally realizes the Siren baby is truly looking for him. She's beautiful, much more beautiful than any other girl still wandering in the Wasteland on two bloody sane legs. Uncle - his mesmerizing eyes, beyond the semi-mask, still focusing on the target like a mad dog - just approaches the Siren in his own straight way. "Hey little Siren... what's your business here? Did YOU want ask for something in this filthy place? Surely as the crawling hell, i'm your right man in this big time!"  |
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Post by Tycho on May 30, 2003 19:16:57 GMT -5
"This 'filthy place' happens to be my Cafe. Uncle! You dont like it, there are many other dingy, badly lit, stinkin', holes out in the wasteland." laughed Tycho in reply.
He looked round the dim, dirty interior for a few moments before conceding "Although, maybe it... could do with a clean."
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RoadKill
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Post by RoadKill on May 30, 2003 19:22:51 GMT -5
Yeah... there are many badly-lit, stinking holes out there, but I have to say I like this one the best. Good food, good drink and of course great company  |
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Jun 3, 2003 20:38:52 GMT -5
Giggy is trying to get his thang on with Tbot when a sanw of double barreled is shoved up his nose.
" Leave the bloody siren alone ombre."
Giggy backed off as the mystery man pushed past him holstering his shotgun. He sits at the bar and slaps a dead rabbit down on the counter.
" Cut that up, grill it and get me a drink bartender." Said the hooded mystery man. He turned to the others in the bar; The halfmasked Entity, the Siren, The steaming Giggolo, and that other guy.
" Ya' wanna hear a story. I got one for ya'"
In the time before the Wastes, the leaders of the land said that their great weapons were built as sentinels of peace. So full of confidence, so ruined by ego, our leaders cut a daring path into the future. A path now littered with the corpses of their followers. Their pride overcame them, and they misjudged their enemies - enemies they themselves had forged from their desire for armed supremacy. Those times were filled with dark machines - man was ruled by them. They knew nothing of the hunt, nothing of fighting for water and territory. Man was weak, and fat from his luxury. This weakness was exploited by the land's enemies across the ocean. They defeated our blind princes, and conquered our weak people, but they made a grave error. They were right in believing the people weak, for they were. However, they failed to realize the extent of their selfishness. You see, my friend, the Wastes were not our enemies' doing. They were our own. We could not stand the thought of enemies occupying our territories, so we took the only option left to us. We destroyed them. Every city was burned with the High Fire. Every crop was diseased with the Grey. The very old and the very young were the first to die. The Grey took them as it took our crops. The High Fire ravaged the East and made it uninhabitable; many left that bleak place for a better home in the West, only to find that the Grey had taken nearly everything. Now we scrounge as rats, when once we gorged ourselves as kings. We kill for food, water and gasoline. We kill to survive the Wastes. The weapons that our fallen soldiers once commanded are now within our grip. Life is not as it was then - soft, warm, easy. We cannot live as they did, we have only one goal:
To see the dawn."
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Post by Tbot on Jun 5, 2003 17:10:01 GMT -5
(Princess Tbot's jaw drops open as she listens to Oz's tale...)
Whoa. That puts my 'fish out of water' story all to shame. (She leans over and pecks him on the cheek, whispering in his ear...) By the way, thanks for taking care of my stalker. He is a real pain in the arse.
And Uncle Entity... as far as asking for something in this place, I have a huge tab with plenty of dough to spend, so drinks are on me. Everyone belly up to the bar and have a wee dram of the devil's dew!
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Jun 5, 2003 19:38:18 GMT -5
Oz chuckeled lighting up a hand rolled ciggarete with a tarnished zippo. He exhaled the smoke and stood up.
" Ya know that raggedy man? Word on the streets he is the roadwarrior; i.e. saviour of the great nothered tribe. Anyway seems he made a deal with Aunty to ice Blaster so she could regain control over master. Almost worked to cept' raggedy got a soft heart and let it slip out of his fingers, literally. You saw the fight in the t dome?" Oz took another puff. " Anyway this "road Warrior" left behind a few souveneirs the arms kepper let me have."
Tycho came up to Oz from behind laying his grilled rabbit on the counter. Oz turned to his meal. that kid named roadkill spoke up.
" Yeah what he leave?"
Oz chuckeled and reached into his jacket. First he pulled out a weathered sawn he stuck up the giggolo's nose. He threw a few shells on the counter, Next out came a polished colt anaconda and finally geiger counter. The barkeep's eyes widened.
" He let you have that?" Tycho murmered.
" Hellz yeah, He figured barter town was going under might as well clean out the old store room."
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Post by Tycho on Jul 29, 2003 19:17:46 GMT -5
"That's not the roadwarrior's shotgun is it?" Tycho asks, "man, I heard he carried a weapon like that and it's been sitting in that storeroom for ages. Never came back to claim it I heard, too busy blowing outta town on that crazy train."
"That shotgun must've killed more than a few evil do'ers" Tycho continues, "in all my years as a bar keep I can't say I've been confronted with such a legendary piece of kit as this...".
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Oct 3, 2003 18:46:17 GMT -5
Oz snuffed his f*g out on the bar counter. " Bloody 'ell it's the Road Warrior's Shotgun. If i remember correctly MFP issue coach gun. Look at the inscription."
Everyone leans foward to have a gander at the aging weapon. Burned in the wooden butt stock were the Words: M. Rockatansky, The Dark One Car 1408. Tycho the Bar keep takes it from the Traveler and examines it admiringly.
" I remember the day the Roadwarrior came into Barter town." he said. " Tore up the Barter Master's Den he did. Blew that one guards men Feather headress nuts clean off his head with this. 'Mazing marksman ship. Though this gun probably won't last long, seieng as there is no bore solvent left to clean it."
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Jan 27, 2004 19:16:11 GMT -5
*puts a sign on the door of the cafe'. It reads: CLOSED FOR RENOVATION*
Argh rebuildation!
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MaxMel
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"I'm not Capt. Walker. I'm the guy who keeps Mr. Dead in his pocket."
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Post by MaxMel on Jan 28, 2004 19:42:10 GMT -5
MaxMel walks up to the broken door and sees the sign. It hangs on by the skin of it's teeth, before finally falling to the ground after the decay of rust finally sets into the last link in the chain. *CLOSED FOR RENOVATION* MaxMel can just about make out the words...
"Crap," she mutters. Her dry throat screams out for beer.
God knows how long she has been travelling to get here from the cold country. Her home in England, now covered in snow. If only she had bought some with her. She needed it right now.
"Hello!" She calls, but there was a deathly silence. Kicking the sign, she drops to her arse. All this way for nothing. It can't be all for nothing, there has to be someone here. But MaxMel has no energy to rise to her feet and speak again.
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Jan 28, 2004 21:07:51 GMT -5
Oz wlaks by hauling a cart of odds and ends. He see's MaxMel sitting on her ass, staring the sky, and making a dry gurgling noise, as if it would rain. He shakes his head, reaches inside his tattered leather bomber jacket, pulling out a battered canteen. He shakes it around, hearing a swishing noise, he throws it on the ground next to Maxmel and continues on cackling merriyly and saying:
" It's not the gas or the methane that keeps us going, but water; the clear fuel. It keeps us running!"
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